Charon gasped loudly as he sat up, a splintering headache rocketing through his brain. It left everything looking fuzzy and distorted, like TV static.
His hands felt lush blades of grass as he pushed on the ground, dirt falling through his fingers as he lifted his arm to look around.
He was on a vibrant plain of green, a gentle breeze rolling like a wave across the pleasant meadow. Small flowers sprouted here and there, adding dots of red and yellow.
The sun beamed down on him from above, graceful and warm, rather than the oppressive violet ball of fury he had just endured. No clouds marred the blue sky, something Charon had never known he would miss so much.
'Does that mean..?'
He looked around his immediate area, noticing a smoldering fire pit that created a small plume of smoke. Small piles of dirt had been dug up to create makeshift seats, a backpack leaning against one of them.
